I said I am
The way I am
How could you not love me?
A woman who is making use of every inch of her woman
And every ovary to build future poetry
Making special serum throughout history,
can you taste my stories when you lie to me about the story? you've been lying to me about the story
When you tell me
It's tale but there goes my skin as proof of fact
as a matter of fact, the story goes back when you captured my back
told me all bruises heal while the story becomes tune to your ears
Awarded for comedy, literally laughing at my pain
there is this fear attached to my pain
While in my room,
There goes God
In this world, where was God
When I say I am,
The way I’ve become because
you still can’t love me.